A/N:
Okay, so the main character of this story suffers from DID, or dissociative identity disorder.. before you ask, yes, I also suffer from it. You may notice my writing style shift around a bit, and I'm sorry for that. With my shifts, my writing style changes. Also, I mention Johnathan Janzen, the man who was rescued from his flipped convertible last week and went viral. He actually is my best friend! It was his idea to mention it!
Anyway, feel free to ask questions about DID and please feel free to review!
Enjoy!
A normal day... that's how it started. A normal day, opening my eyes to Brenden Urie belting the opening to Death of a Bachelor. I picked up my phone, simultaneously silencing it and checking the time. 7:05. I hated needing so much time to get ready every morning, but my alters would always push me towards this outfit, or that, this hairstyle, or no, maybe this one. I sighed, sometimes I got tired of fighting with the different personalities that exist in my head.
I rolled over James, my boyfriend who was extremely asleep next to me. He must have been up all night working, because he didn't even twitch when I grappled my way over him to get off the bed. Crossing the room, I pulled the bathroom door shut behind me and set my phone on the counter, turning the volume up to blast my wake up playlist.. Skrillex, We The Kings, and Halestorm. Loud, fun, and engaging. I was fairly certain James wasn't waking up anytime soon, so I cranked it up. Then I steeled myself slightly.
Looking in a mirror can be a challenge for people with Disassociative Identity Disorder. We often don't recognize ourselves, and feel trapped in an alien body. Today was no exception.
"Get out of my eyes." I murmured. She was amused, and pushed harder for control. I strong armed Her back into her box. No need for that kind of malice today. Today was a normal day.
I decided to go a bit fancy, putting two french braids on either side of my head, making it looked like I had shaved them. As I wave the braid I examined the inch long brown roots. Damn, it had only been three weeks. Red dye grows out so fast.
Of course, the speed at which my hair grew didn't help. It was nearly waist length these days, and when I hit it with the straightener it actually did reach my waist. I adored the extreme length, it always earned me compliments and made me feel elegant.
I wrapped a tie around the second braid, then examined my work critically. I had done a good job, both were smooth and straight. My bangs and the rest of my hair was then brushed and straightened, flopping to the left, covering an inch wide dip in my hair line where the Sad One, one of my alters, had pulled out the strands, creating a very noticeable bald spot. She annoyed me with that stupid hair pulling shit.
Makeup followed, and everyone in my head agreed, dark and dangerous. Thick eyeliner with with long wings, pale foundation and blood red lips. I'm a naturally pale person, so the look worked.
I paused my music and headed back out into the bedroom. A smile crossed my lips at seeing James hadn't even twitched. Leaving my boyfriend to his slumber, I turned my attention to the closet. After some internal squabbling, I was dressed in black skinny cargo pants, a tight black tank top and a yellow vest that was cropped, not even reaching my waistline. On top of that base my leather work belt, custom made to hold all of my tools for cellphone repair, a thick black choker, and plain bright yellow gauges for my ears, which were stretched to a quarter inch, followed. The final touch was ankle boots the folded over at the top, making them look like something a pirate might wear.
A quick glance in the mirror had me giggling like an idiot.
"I look like a gorram Heart Pirate!" I exclaimed. I was still chuckling as I grabbed my purse and laptop bag and ambled out the door, my mind full of images of me standing with Law's crew. The daydreams kept me company as I got settled into my volvo to head to work. Seatbelt. Check. Windows down. Check. Music. Ultra Check. My driving playlist blasted through the car, probably even waking a few of my neighbors, not that I particularly cared. This was my ritual. Music as loud as I could stand it, singing my heart out all the way to work. I loved music, it drowned out the whispers in my head.
I was halfway to work when She pushed for control very suddenly. Harshly. My whole body twitched, and I involuntarily jerked the steering wheel to the left. I felt the moment my headlight connected with the concrete barrier, I felt the moment when the wheels of my car left the pavement. A small part of me was horribly amused. Not three days ago my best friend Jonathan Janzen had gotten in a wreck very similarly. His dramatic rescue had gone viral worldwide. I wondered if I would go viral, too.
Most of my mind, however, and all three alters, registered the fact that we hadn't met concrete on the other side of that barrier. We were still falling. I opened my eyes and had a split second to realize that that was water rushing up towards me. Oh, yeah. I had been on a bridge. I felt something... break... in my brain. The water rushed up, and everything went black.